Sept/Oct Test Drive Meme

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Alpha Complex Test Drive Meme

Please feel free to take a Test Drive to see if the environment would suit your character! All potential players are welcome.

It may be your first day in Alpha Complex or your hundredth, either way, you are in serious trouble.

Scenario One
Your character has been accused of treason!

Whether the accusation is true or not, you are a wanted citizen!  Do you turn yourself over to IntSec (Internal Security) for questioning?  Do you make a run for it and go AWOL?  Will you fight for your right to exist or hole up somewhere safe until the chaos passes?  Do you become The Fugitive and try to prove your innocence?  Or are you guilty as hell and seeking help from friends or other parties who would be willing to assist you for a price? 

Beware of the security cameras everywhere - some of which actually work - and being spotted by citizens who might be willing to turn you in to gain points with The Computer or to prove their own loyalty.

Scenario Two
Your character has been given the mission to hunt down a traitor!

It is your job to hunt down and apprehend the traitor by any means necessary.  If you fail or refuse, you might be accused of being a traitor yourself.  It doesn't matter if the person you are hunting is innocent or had good reasons for their treason.  It doesn't matter if their crime was major or some minor form of treason, Friend Computer wants their head.  You have twenty four hours to complete your mission.

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Work Together. Turn On Each Other. Survive.

Premise | Setting Information | New Arrival Introduction

Comments

[fateless]

"I'm Allison."

She can hear her mother in her ear - Does it matter what your name is? What are you waiting for? - but Allison tries to ignore it. It's a glitch, according to the Computer, but she knows it's more than that. It's impossible not to, especially when she unconsciously tightens her hold on the taser.

Still, she doesn't move. Not yet. Right now it's hard to tell who's the predator and who's the hunter, and she doesn't want to make a sudden movement that won't get her the results that she needs.

"How long have you been running for?" It's asked almost conversationally, as if she doesn't have a taser ready to go, but she really is curious. He's too good at it for her not to ask.

[kholodnyy]

"Not long enough, apparently."

God, she is so young. He wants to say teenager, but people aren't always the age they look, and this could be one of those moments. She could be near his own age. Older maybe. Or she could be a proverbial babe in the woods. Without certain abilities, it's harder to tell.

"So, Allison. How long have you been hunting?"

Obviously he means doing this, tracking down people deemed traitor, but who knows. He could be reading something more in her stance.

[fateless]

"Hm, I wouldn't say that."

He's not wrong, she really is too young to be doing this. To know what to look for when hunting, to look like a soldier ready to strike. She's barely eighteen years old, but there's a darkness in her eyes that contradicts her age altogether. Allison no longer knows what it's like to be just a regular teenager - she probably wouldn't even be able to fake it at this point. Whatever innocence remained in her disappeared lifetimes ago, and now she's a hunter, a solder in her own right.

His question about hunting makes a small smile cross her lips, mainly because he really is onto something there. "Long enough, but I guess not enough, either. Guess we have something in common." She watches him, as if waiting to see if he's going to run, but the words slip out without even thinking about the question.

"Do you know why I'm here?"

[kholodnyy]

"You didn't."

Exact words and all. Bucky's chin lifts, not in a demonstratively defiant manner, but enough to suggest that if she does attempt to take him in, he's not going to go quietly. No, he's going to take Dylan's words to heart and rage as much as he can. Go down swinging. It's something he promised himself recently.

"If I had to guess, it'd be because you're a flunky of the system."

That's another thing he's discovered; a new penchant for brave words in the face of danger. Nowhere near as inspiring or straight up courageous as Steve, but just enough to get him into trouble. Which he's already in by running, so hey. Why not make it worse.

"Am I right? Do I get a cookie?"

[fateless]

She can't help it; when he calls her a flunky, it makes something inside of her recoil. She's an Argent. She's a leader. She's no one's flunky, and just the implication alone is enough to make her want to point out that he's wrong.

At the same time, though, she doesn't want to give him the satisfaction of getting a reaction out of her even if she's not so successful at that. Her lips twitch into a sort of smile, but it's almost strained. Defiant, in her own way.

"I'm all out of cookies." She pauses, but it doesn't last long. "What did you do, to land in the traitor list?"

She herself is toying with that line just by delaying all this, but she has come this far. She has to ask.

[kholodnyy]

Well, if she's chasing him down because of reasons to do with the word 'treason', intending to drag his ass back for reconditioning, then she's a flunky. Argent, Vert, Azure. Doesn't matter. Even worse if she kills him. Grade A flunky then.

Bucky tilts his head, watching for tiny movements, and not so tiny ones. Anything to help him read her more clearly.

"Shame. Might help these situations."

He shifts, stance still fairly neutral, but an inch closer. In case he has to lunge and wrestle a weapon away from her.

"I read the rules. Seems knowing them amounts to treason."

This is the reason he's willing to give, anyway. Also, informative for everyone involved.